Thursday, January 16, 2014
Indulge me. I liked this blog, so I'm going to repeat it, although there isn't much profound about it. Nonetheless, I remember the event well. From 12/19/09:
"That's a beautiful blouse," I overheard an attractive woman say to a younger one who must have been her daughter.
She picked the blouse up and held it in front of her. "There's no way!" she said with disgust, almost flinging the blouse back on the rack .
I sized her up from the back as she stormed away. Maybe. The blouse went with me to the dressing room. I held my breath. It fit. Could I be smaller than that lovely lady?
After I purchased the blouse, I started to wonder. Did I buy the blouse because I really liked it or did I buy it because she liked it and couldn't?? I smiled. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.
Today: I still fit nicely in a small petite and I still have that blouse. It is flattering. I think of this story every time I wear it.